episode_0053

Continues from Episode 25.

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Unsure whether her anger had subsided, Arina adjusted her clothes and headed for the door. Concerned that she might be planning to stay out all night, Daniel asked,

“Where are you going?”

Arina pointed to her drenched face and clothes and shouted,

“The bathroom!”

At that moment, the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated Arina’s face as she glanced back.

“Huh—”

Daniel gasped involuntarily, utterly speechless.

She was beautiful.

Her shimmering silver hair, bathed in moonlight.

Her flushed cheeks, reddened from the heat.

Her dreamy blue eyes, misted with sweat, almost like tears.

Even the strands of hair sticking to her sweat-drenched cheeks felt strangely erotic. The thin nightgown she wore clung to her, subtly revealing the curves beneath.

Daniel felt something stir in his lower body. His member stood rigid.

This had never happened before.

Daniel Height was, by all accounts, a confirmed sodomite. No matter how many scornful glances he received, overheard whispers behind his back, or endured his father’s scolding—his preference for men over women had never wavered.

But now, for the first time in his life, he felt an inexplicable pull toward a woman.

His son, his second self, his very flesh—his male instincts roared. They urged him from behind. Take her. Breed her. Put your child in her.

He no longer felt like himself.

‘Get a grip.’

Smack! He slapped his cheek hard enough to echo through the room.

For a moment, his mind cleared, and the searing desire quieted.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Given how violently he’d just struck himself, it was natural for Arina to sound concerned.

“Sister, don’t come any closer!”

“What’s wrong with you?! Did I hit you too hard and mess up your head? Why did you slap yourself?”

Arina knelt before him and gently touched the spot he’d hit.

Slender. Pale. Soft. Warm.

The face looking up at him with worry was mesmerizing. Despite her small frame, the way her ample chest swayed was tantalizing.

She wasn’t even trying to seduce him, yet he found himself drowning in desire.

Her pretty face, the fingers caressing his cheek, her heaving breasts, her slender waist, her full hips—her very existence seemed to scream, Take me.

Was she born just for this? The moment that thought crossed his mind, Daniel lost all restraint.

His instincts had already decided—he would have her. And luckily, he had the means to subdue this woman, who would otherwise be untouchable.

“[Freeze.]”

A deep voice resonated, and the white hand caressing his cheek stilled.

The slave seal glowed. Arina’s expression twisted in panic as her body refused to obey her.

“D-Daniel? What the hell are you doing all of a sudden?! I trusted you with this contract—stop joking around… I-I hate stuff like this—”

“This is no joke.”

With that, Daniel scooped her up, supporting her back and legs, and carried her to the bed.

“If it’s not a joke, then what? Are you really planning to fuck me?”

Sensing his seriousness, Arina’s face hardened, baring her teeth. She tried to cast a spell, but the slave seal sent searing pain through her, blocking her mana flow.

Resistance against the master, attempts to harm—strictly forbidden. No matter how powerful a mage, once the contract was accepted, defying this rule was impossible.

“Ghk…!”

She clutched her head in agony. Meanwhile, her body was already laid atop the bed.

“Just as you said. I will take you. And from now on… you’ll be my bitch slave for life.”

Arina lay sprawled on the bed, unable to resist. She looked like a gourmet dish laid out on a platter.

“Don’t be ridiculous! I’m Riel Frost! Who dares treat me as a sex slave?!”

“But you’ve already become my slave, haven’t you?”

As he spoke, Daniel tugged at the shoulder strap of her nightgown and pulled it down.

Her pale breasts spilled out, and Arina squeezed her eyes shut. Did this woman even realize how much that expression drove men wild? Daniel grasped her breast in his hand.

“Ngh…”

“Hoh.”

It fit perfectly in his large palm. The soft, pliant flesh pleased him, kneading it leisurely.

“D-Daniel. Can’t we stop here? Let’s pretend this never happened. I’ll forget about it too!”

“Hmm. As a merchant, let me evaluate that proposal—it holds no weight. What do I gain from letting you go when I can use you as I please?”

“This slave contract is only for a year! If you don’t want to face a Grand Mage’s wrath later, you’d better quit now!”

Unaware that her arousal betrayed her, Arina desperately bluffed with hollow threats.

“Is this what you call resistance?”

Her skirt was hiked up, revealing her thighs and panties.

Creak. Daniel’s fingers brushed against her.

“Hhyuk…!”

“Already dripping wet, aren’t you? Seeing how ready you are to take me, in a year’s time, you’ll be spreading your legs for me willingly.”

“It’s not like that! This is just— nghh.”

Daniel’s thick fingers pushed into her mouth, muffling her protests.

She bit down hard, but without magic, the difference between Arina and Daniel was like that between a cat and a bear. His lack of reaction made her face twist in despair.

“That expression suits you.”

“Pfft—Daniel. Please. Stop this…”

“First, let’s change how you address me. At night, when we’re alone, you’ll call me Master.”

“No. Let go! Daniel!”

No answer came to her desperate plea. Her snow-white panties were peeled away, and as her privates were exposed, she clamped her thighs shut.

But her shame was short-lived. When Daniel dropped his pants, the sight of his erection made her suck in a sharp breath.

“Hhahk… Y-You’re not seriously putting that in me, right? Daniel, huh?!”

She shot him the most pleading look she could muster, but Daniel remained chillingly composed.

“If you insist on keeping up this act, I have no choice but to continue.”

His rough hand slipped between her legs, stroking her folds.

“Seeing how you leak just from looking at my cock, I doubt you even need warming up.”

Arina gritted her teeth at his words. Her body was gushing arousal, soaking the sheets the moment she saw his length.

Why is my body so lewd? She couldn’t understand it herself. It was as though she were made to please men, her body unbearably sensitive.

“M-Master…”

It was a surrender. With the slave contract rendering resistance impossible, words were all she had left.

Useless in practice—but they proved her spirit hadn’t completely broken. Abandoning even that meant total submission.

Daniel gazed down at Arina beneath him, satisfaction curling in his chest. Her reddened, humiliated face only turned him on more.

“Like this… is this right, Master?”

“That’s up to you.”

Seeing her slave-like demeanor, Daniel adopted a master’s tone.

Forcing her up onto her hands and knees, he lay back. Only one thing stood tall between them—his throbbing erection.

Arina knew what he wanted. How could she not? But she stubbornly clung to denial and asked, hoping against hope:

“Wh-What is this…?”

“You’re not that stupid. Suck it.”

His merciless reply dashed her faint hope. She exhaled deeply.

Still better than being fucked. Far better.

Unwanted sex had left deep trauma in her memories. If she could end things here, that would be the best outcome.

Crawling forward, she positioned herself before his cock.

It’s huge. Why are all the men I deal with like this?

Even if she got through today, could she avoid being penetrated for an entire year?

The answer was obvious—no chance. Still, she forced the thought down. Right now, she was nothing but a sex slave, powerless against unreasonable violence.

“Hhhup.”

She strained to open her mouth wide enough for the monstrous girth.

“Slrp, ahh… chlp.”

Too big to fit fully. The tip and a little more was all she could manage.

In the end, Arina cupped her breasts to squeeze the base.

“Nngh…”

Daniel let out a faint moan. Running a hand through her hair as she diligently sucked, he remarked,

“You’re good at this. Playing innocent, but you’ve got experience, huh?”

It irked him slightly, but he brushed it off. In the end, I’ll be the one owning this fine bitch—knocking her up for good.

“Hahm, ugh… chuuulp.”

Arina’s face worked furiously. Bobbing up and down, she tightened her lips for pressure. Her tongue spread precum like lubricant while teasing every sensitive spot.

Stimulating the shaft too, she pressed her palms into her own breasts, kneading them against his cock. The sensation maddening her as well, her body growing hotter by the second.

‘Cum already!’

“Sslrp, chlk, sluuurp.”

Her efforts bore fruit. Feeling his member twitch, she knew he was close.

Letting up now would risk stirring him again, so she redoubled her efforts.

Throb.

‘He’s coming.’

Should she swallow? As she debated his preferences, Daniel suddenly sat up. Kneeling as she was, his cock slipped free from her lips.

Splurt!

He came all over her face.

“Hhhyuk!”

Eyes tightly shut, Arina took the load without protest—perfect obedience from a sex slave.

The sight of the proud, icy woman defiled only stoked Daniel’s lust. His erection returned instantly, and he shoved it back into her mouth.

“Gbuh?!”

Caught off guard this time, she couldn’t prepare. He forced it deep, past her throat, until the base filled her completely.

“Ghk! Uk— guhguh!”

Frantic, she slapped at his thighs.

It felt like dying. With her airway blocked by his girth, breathing was impossible.

Clearly, Daniel had no intention of pulling out. He drew back slightly, only to thrust again, ready to unleash another round.

Only when she teetered on the edge of consciousness did he finally release inside her throat.

“Gulp! Ib— hup!”

The sheer volume made swallowing unavoidable. Even then, plenty remained in her mouth.

“Open up. Let me see.”

“Bleh—”

Her mouth was a mess of his cum. A strand dripped from her tongue onto her thighs.

Satisfied, Daniel smirked. Conquest surged in his veins.

I wasn’t like this before. Did something possess me? His gaze flickered to Arina. No—it’s definitely her.

He stroked her dazed face. Too out of it to resist, she leaned into his touch.

With a sudden push, he pinned her beneath him, aligning his cock with her entrance.

“Eh?”

Finally coming to, Arina blinked in confusion.

“Wait, you said no sex—?!”

Too late. His arms, locking her wrists, were immovable against her strength.

“Hhnguh?! Daniel…!”

His massive cock was already inside her.

“Hah… Feels good. Don’t you think it’s a sin not to use a body like this?”

“Bullshit! You planned this from the start?! I trusted you—accepted the slave contract because I trusted you!”

“You’re the one at fault. With a body this tempting, how could I resist?”

“Who the hell was tempting you?!”

Now even the term sister disgusted her. What kind of brother forces himself on his sister?

“Still, one thing bothers me.”

“What? Finally realizing your mistake? Too late for regrets now.”

“Your body’s drenched in arousal, but your reactions are… muted.”

Thud. Her heart stopped—he’d discovered her secret.

“So you were hiding something.”

“H-Hiding? What would I…?”

Her clumsy attempt at deflection was pointless. The slave contract forced the truth out.

“I see. A pleasure-dampening spell.”

“M-Master! You can’t undo this! My body’s way too sensitive—if you lift it now—Hyaaaahn~!!!♥♥♥♥♥”

Arina screamed loud enough to shake the room, burying her face in the bed. Her back arched, head lolling helplessly.

Daniel’s cock still filled her completely. With the spell gone, pleasure crashed over her in waves, scrambling her brain.

Her body clenched instinctively around the cock pistoning inside her, lost in the sensations.

“Hah~♥ Hah~♥”

Though it felt like torture, her breath came in heated gasps, chasing the fading euphoria.

“D-Daniel… M-More than this is… nghh~♥”

Whatever protests she mustered, Daniel had no intention of stopping. His mind fixated on one goal—breeding her tonight.

“Give up. Your fate now is to live as my sex slave.”

“No~♥ I’m the Grand Mage♥ Riel Frost~♥ Hahng~♥♥”

Each denial was cut short as his cock hammered deep against her cervix.

“C-Coming~♥ I’m—GAAAHH~!!!♥”

Waves of pleasure overwhelmed her resistance. Unconsciously, cries spilled from her lips with every climax, as though reporting to him.

“Still don’t get it? All that cleverness, yet such a dumb bitch. I’ll keep fucking you until you admit you’re a sex slave.”

“[Please~♥] No more~♥ Forgive me~♥ Master~♥♥”

Though her words were rejection, her melting voice painted her as nothing less than a perfect sex slave.

Pleading desperately beneath him, she may have already surrendered—body and mind.

With every thrust, another piece of her will crumbled. The pride of a Grand Mage, of a man—replaced by rising instinct, the urge to submit to this superior male.

“No~♥ No~♥ I’m the strongest mage in history~♥ I won’t live as some breeding slave~♥”

“Then fix that slutty face first if you mean it!”

With a powerful thrust, Daniel hilted inside her. Her cervix yielded, sending Arina’s hips spasming as white seed flooded her womb.

“Haaah~♥ Can’t~♥ Can’t take it~♥ I can’t resist this~♥♥♥”

“Then say it. Who are you?”

“I’m… Arina~♥ Daniel’s~♥ breeding slave~♥ My pussy and womb belong to Master~♥ I’ll bear Master’s children~♥ Breed me until I pass out~♥♥♥”

“Tch. Fine. I’ll fuck you senseless every night.”

Daniel tapped his cock against her swollen entrance.

Beaming with happiness, Arina grabbed her own thighs and spread them wide, making it easier for her Master to enter.

—

Morning—no, noon. That was when the two awoke after a night of passion.

Thanks to a maid announcing lunch, they managed to drag their aching bodies out of bed. After a feeble attempt at washing up, they hobbled to the dining table.

“Hm? Daniel, what happened to your face?”

Daniel’s father frowned at the bruises covering his son’s face. Pale with concern, he asked if Daniel was alright—but he couldn’t know the state beneath that battered facade was far worse.

“It’s nothing. I fell out of bed.”

“A fall couldn’t have done that.”

“Leave it. I probably deserved it.”

The perpetrator of those bruises cut into her steak with a sulky tone.

The aftermath of the night’s indulgence left the two in sober clarity—yet the results spoke for themselves.

“…Daniel.”

Lilith, eyeing him with displeasure, called out softly.

“Yes?”

“Nothing to say to me?”

“…No?”

“Really? That’s odd. Why isn’t it working?”

‘It should’ve taken effect by now.’ Her muttering didn’t reach Daniel’s ears—his attention was fixed on the woman beside him.

“Sister, I’m truly sorry about last night. I must’ve lost my mind—”

“Shut it. Don’t ever bring that up again.”

“Understood.”

Her sharp glare made him straighten up awkwardly.

Yet his reluctant gaze still flickered toward her.

“Hahh~♥”

“What’s wrong?”

The Duke’s concern was genuine. Seeing Arina—his prospective daughter-in-law—in discomfort worried him.

“It’s nothing… Bit my tongue eating too fast.”

“Be careful. No one’s rushing you.”

“…Okay.”

Flushing, Arina shot a withering look at the real culprit—Daniel, who grinned shamelessly while stealthily stroking her thigh under the table.

“So we’re still on for tonight, right?”

No answer came, but her expression betrayed exactly what she wanted to say